The Kidnapper's Heart

1| Who is she?

I wish I were dead.

The only thing I wished since mom left me was death. The only feeling I have felt is remorse. And the only joy I know is self-harm.

A piercing pain shot through my hand as I glided the knife over my arm making yet another cut. I stare at the numerous marks all over my hand, each telling a story of pain.

It's funny how I experience so much pain but still, a small whisper never comes out of my mouth. But I have made myself like that because I don't want anyone listening to pain.

My cat, Boo comes around and meows, staring at my face as if she knows what I have done to my hand. I wipe off all the blood from the back of my full-sleeved top and cover it with the fabric.

I slowly adjust Boo on my lap, it's just me and him in these four walls for the last ten years. I get food, water and some clothes and that's my life.

I clutch his small furry body close to my chest and attempt to sleep on the cold floor. , so it's always the floor for me.

I was on the verge of falling asleep when a loud noise jolted me awake. I sat up immediately and noticed two shadowy figures entering the room through the window. A wave of panic washed over me as I tried to escape, but in my haste, my leg twisted, and I tumbled to the floor.

I was sprawled on the cold floor, clutching Boo tightly as two shadowy figures loomed overhead, their faces covered in black cloth. My heart raced, and I shook my head vigorously as if my defiance could make them leave me.

One of them suddenly pulled something from his pocket—a glint of metal catching the light. It was an injection. "No, no, no! What are they planning to do?" Panic surged through me, but before I could formulate a plan or scream, a suffocating darkness enveloped my vision, pulling me into an unknown abyss.

And everything became darker than it already was.

Attempting to open my eyes, each time resulted in a throbbing headache and a sensation of my body falling apart. As my vision gradually adjusted, I surveyed the surroundings; it was a dark room. Struggling to move, I realized a sturdy rope bound my hands. To free myself, I used my legs, only to unfortunately find myself sitting on a nail coming out of the chair.

I could feel the nail piercing my skin and the intense pain it caused. My arm was already bruised, my ankle was badly twisted, and now my thigh was injured as well.

God has truly been generous today. Suddenly, my thoughts turned to Boo; he was not there. Did they leave him in my room? No, I can't bear the thought of leaving him alone.

I can't even do anything, any movement I do makes the nail dig deeper inside me.

The door opened the very next second, and a bulky man stepped inside. His face was intimidating, with dark eyes, raven hair, and furrowed, angry eyebrows. Despite his fearsome appearance, he didn't seem bad. Perhaps he would bring a Boo to me.

He gazed into my face with intensity, and suddenly, his expression twisted into fury. "Who the hell is she?" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the room. The loudness of his shout made me start to tremble.

The next second the men who kidnapped me emerged inside the room with their faces still covered. "She is Dhanraj's daughter sir. One of the house helps showed us to her room." So, this scary man is my kidnapper.

He placed his hands on his forehead, rubbing it gently as though he was holding back a surge of anger. "His daughter doesn't look like this," he muttered under his breath. He swung his hand around landing a tight punch on the face of the one who told him about me. That man lay on the floor clutching his broken nose.

"Fuckkkkkkk I just gave you one thing to do, and you fucked that up too." His booming voice resonated throughout the room. Perhaps they wanted to abduct Elsa, my stepsister, but by mistake, they kidnapped me instead.

His gaze fixed on me, fury evident in his eyes. With swift, predatory strides, he lunged towards me. Clutching my throat, he forced me to face him. "Are you his daughter?" he demanded. I nodded faintly without daring to meet his gaze. It seemed my response did not satisfy him, as his grip on my neck grew even tighter.

"Then why does nobody know about you?", he asked. I could have revealed everything, but how? I've forgotten the sound of my own voice, and maybe he will kill me if I remain silent, which is what I've always desired. Death.

When he received no response from me, he grasped the handle of my chair and tilted it, causing me to fall to the floor. My head struck the ground, causing me to squint my eyes from the intense pain. I could see the blood dripping down my thigh.

This pain is even better than death.

A strong hand grazed my thigh causing me to jolt open my eyes. It was him and  his eyes were on my leg watching as the blood flowed down. His one hand held my thigh and the other took out the nail. My head spun around due to the excruciating ache it caused.

"Why aren't you screaming?" he asked, his expression unreadable as I met his gaze. Gripping my jaw, he forced my mouth open, "You do have a tongue. Can't you speak?" Little did he know, the poor soul had abducted a girl to torture who was unable to scream.

I nodded with a broad smile, and in the next moment, I felt the world spinning until I eventually drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

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